Connecticut western news., 1887-11-09

and be a mother to our dear children. teach them to look to us with respect and get love in return. 1 share their joys and sorrows and they confide all in me, and we are happy. ] ask no more happiness. You are doing all that you can on limited salary. If l kept house as Mrs. Draiue does, everything would be at sizes and sevens." ..-
 "What very common expression, Katie"
 But it means so much,s Charles" 5s'
 Mrs. Westbrook was in her nursery a few minutes later, when the one little maid whom she kept, came hurrying up stairs, wiping her hands on her checked gingham apron.
 "Ma'am," said she, breathlessly eager to communicate her news, ''here's a dreadful thing"
 "What is it, Lizzie9" asked her mis- ress.
 Mrs. Draine's nurse has just been oveS ma'am, a-crylng and a-takin' on dreadful. The poor dear children is lost P
 'Lostl In city like thisl Impossi- ble!"
 'But they is ma'am. There ain't nothin been seen of lem since nine o'clock this moaning. Bridget supposed they'd run after their mothers carriage and Mrs. Draine, she supposed they were safe at home with Briiget- now they ain't nowhere! And Mrs. Draine she's a-goin' into mysteries awful and MT. Draine swearing fit to take the top of the ceiling off"
 "Poor creature!" said Mrs. West brook, softly---and arm in arm with her husband she went over to the stately Draine mansion to offer her sympathy and assistance.
 MT. Draine's teeth were set together his eyes were blazing.
 ''It's what we might have expected,' he said, 'snei,her more nor less! My wife gave up the care of little ones to hirelings, and they have proved as most worthy of trust as we might have known! Louisa" to his wife, Eff any thing serious has happened to our chill drcn the blame will lay at your door,"
 Herbert, how can you be so cruel so heartless," sobbed Mrs. Draine. But at this moment Q face looked in at the hah-open door--a face SO white and ghastly, so fuitsN Nnexpressed horror, that Mrs. Wessbsd involuntarily held her breath. The man beckoned to her. "You are friend of the family2"
 "I have come to sec what good could do," she hesitatingly answered.
 Perhaps, then, you can break the tidings to the poor woman," he whis- pered "Thcre arc two children at the Grand Western depot badly hurt-and from the descriptions tclegraphed to the police stations, we fear they are the lost children of this Mr. Draine. They had stolen into freight car, and there fallen asleep-and on being suddenly reused and sent out by car loader, wandered, in their bewildcrment, directly across the track of an incoming engine, just detached from train. One cannot survive long; the other is also seriously if not fatally injured. They are bring ing them here on stretchers; they will probably be at the door by the time you can prepare the mothers mind little for the shock.
 l That hours work was the hardest and bitterest that Kate Westbrook ever did!
 fDon't bring them near me! I can't bear to look at them! have killed thcm!n wildly walled Mrs. Draine-and it was Mrs Westbrook's tender arms that lifted the bruised and dying little ores into their cribs so soon, alas! to be vacant, Mrs. W.stbrook's hand that held the draught to their parched lips.
 So they died, and the great house was desolatc and alone.
 Katie" said MT. Wcstbrook, the next day, when he saw his wife among her little ones, serene, loving, ewes quick to heed their baby wants, "yor are right about mothers duties. Goo preserve us from ever drinkingthe bitter cup that has been held to Mrs. Draine': lips" ~.
 And Katie murmurcd:
 "Amen r'--New York News.